It was finally finished! Mr. Nimr Rad gazed about. The entire penthouse level, the 159th floor of his towering needle in the sky, was his living suite and office.
The building had begun well, but it seemed that the higher they built, the more communication problems they had. At first, all the crews had spoken good English, but by the end, foremen seemed reduced to grunts, waving arms and pointing fingers.
From this, the highest point for hundreds of miles, he looked down upon the milling masses, and felt an almost God-like superiority.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Fiction site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story,.